I found out this morning that my maternal grandfather passed away last night. I suppose when someone is in their mid-90s you can’t ever say their death is “unexpected”—but it still feels that way. (He was actually my step-grandfather, but he and my grandmother have been together so long that he’s been easily as much a part of my life as my mother’s father was.)
Jim was a wonderful man. Smart, funny, and a walking history of the socialist and labor movements in this country. I took my kids to see him and my grandmother this past summer, and when I spoke to my grandmother today she told me that of all of the family, it was my boys that Jim missed the most on a day-to-day basis. I’m glad Jim got to know them…and even more glad that they got to know him.
I’ll be flying out to Camarillo tomorrow with my mom, to be with my grandmother, so blogging will be light for a few days. If you’re so inclined, remember Jim—and my grandmother—in your prayers this week. Thanks.

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